Death is coming, I can feel that in my every bone.
I’ve been feeling lots of chest pains lately. It feels like a knife stabbed in my chest, so painful. These aches aren’t brought by any pathetic romantic clichés, it’s a physiological sickness; fathom, detrimental.
I know that life here on earth is no everlasting, people breath and die, and so are you, and so am i. And piece by piece, these thoughts will be breath into something tangible, something vulnerable. And if that time come, oh yeah.